The Song Is You

Michael Feinstein -the song is you
I hear music when I look at you
A beautiful theme of every dream, I ever knew
Down deep in my heart, I hear it play
I feel it start, then melt away
I hear music when I touch your hand
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
Down deep in my heart, I hear it say
"Is this the day?"
I alone have heard this lovely strain
I alone have heard this glad refrain
Ah, must it be forever inside of me?
Why can't I let it go? Why can't I let you know?
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
A beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet, the words are true
The song is you